I Write Goodbye Letter

December 2025

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.